Way Of The White Clouds Quotes

#1. A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart,
and every single White be seared by wounds.
I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

Dante Alighieri

#2. Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray.

Robert Bridges

#3. When I look up and see the sun shining on the patch of white clouds up in the blue, I begin to think how it would feel to be up somewhere above it winging swiftly thought the clear air, watching the earth below, and the men on it, no bigger than ants.

Eddie Rickenbacker

#4. And there's a woman dressed in white, who's nice to hear, and soft to touch, and she whispers, 'Colette, I love you very much' I have a place where no one is ost, and where no one cries, because crying is not aloud, on my Castle In the Clouds

Victor Hugo

#5. Nature is the beauty of blue sky, white clouds,turquoise seas and green vegetation.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#6. The beauty of white snow, white clouds, blue sky and blue sea represent the gift of nature.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#7. June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me". That was at midsummer.

Virginia Woolf

#8. Oh. You have a magic boy. Why didn't you say so?" The priest scratched his forehead beneath the white silk blindfold that covered his eyes. "Magnificent. I'll plant him in the fucking ground and grow a vine to an enchanted land beyond the clouds.

Scott Lynch

#9. White clouds gather and billow. Thin grass does for a mattress, The blue sky makes a good quilt. Happy with a stone underhead Let heaven and earth go about their changes.

Gary Snyder

#10. The clouds behind the castle darkened and rolled, embracing the mountain and the white towers. And as the princess became more animated, the clouds rolled faster and faster. They twisted and deepened in color until a deafening crack sliced through the air.

Brittney Joy

#11. Oh, yesterday, that one, we all cry out. Oh, that one! How rich and possible everything was! How ripe, ready, lavish, and filled with excitement
how hopeful we were on those summer days, under the clean, white racing clouds. Oh, yesterday!

Mary Oliver

#12. The hills roll for miles; green, flourishing, dotted with trees and hikers. The blue sky is endless and the sun illuminates through the thin white clouds. There's a breeze coming upward and also across and as they collide it makes me feel as if I'm flying.

Jessica Sorensen

#13. From space, the earth appears predominantly blue; the clouds are brilliant white. Surprisingly, you don't see much green, although Ireland looks green, and so do Scandinavia and New Zealand. The deserts are brick red and really stand out.

Helen Sharman

#14. They say our world used to be green. Our clouds used to be white. Our sun was always the right kind of light.

Tahereh Mafi

#15. But just then the moon, sailing through the black clouds, appeared behind the jagged crest of a beetling, pine-clad rock, and by its light I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were

Bram Stoker

#16. It had been raining for weeks. Maybe months. He had forgotten the last day that it hadn't rained, when the storms gave way to the pale blue of the Gulf sky, when the birds flew and the clouds were white and sunshine glistened across the drenched land.

Michael Farris Smith

#17. The woods hung dark on the hills; above, the sky violet, specked with minute feathery clouds, white as snowflakes.

Arthur Machen

#18. Dharma companions filling mountains, a sangha forms of itself: chanting, sitting ch'an stillness. Looking out from distant city walls, people see only white clouds.

David Hinton

#19. The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#20. Clothed in facts truth feels oppressed. In the garb of poetry it moves easy and free.

Rabindranath Tagore

#21. Far above him a few white clouds were racing windily after a pale gibbous moon. Drink all morning, they said to him, drink all day. This is life!

Malcolm Lowry

#22. Very soon the train came puffing up into the station; then two or three minutes, and the doors were slammed to, the guard whistled, and the train glided away, leaving behind it only clouds of white smoke and some very heavy hearts.

Anna Sewell

#23. Change your life experiences through the thoughts you think.
Practice thinking good thoughts and your life will reflect what you are thinking.
We have the blessing of choice.

Valerie Kerr

#24. Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

Jack Kerouac

#25. My age fallen away like white swaddling
Floats in the middle distance, becomes
An inhabited cloud.

Philip Larkin

#26. All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.

Charles Dickens

#27. The beauty of white clouds:Every morning brings new clouds and sunshine.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#28. Darkness disturbed
By the haunting white moonlight
Grey half clouds fail to contain
The moon's lust for the night.

Sreesha Divakaran

#29. Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew coats my grass cape My feet climb in straw sandals My hand holds an old wooden stick When I gaze down again on the dusty world It has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me

Hanshan

#30. Everything looks so much brighter today. The sky is a magnificent cobalt blue, the clouds look like puffy white marshmallows, and I'm happy. not the fake, suck-it-up-and-put-a-smile-on-your-face-happy. Really happy. For the first time in a long time.

Beth Michele

#31. She longed to touch it, to stroke her fingers through that atmosphere, cleaving white billowing clouds and glittering salty seas, until she felt the hard scabbed crust beneath them.

Alastair Reynolds

#32. Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!.

William Allingham

#33. Framed in black moldings on the wall, other works of arts, conceived and committed on the premises, by the young ladies; being grim black-and-white crayons; landscapes, mostly: lake, solitary sail-boat, petrified clouds, pre-geological trees on shore, anthracite precipice;

Mark Twain

#34. So heaven was this vague, uneasy, almost cartoonish concept, a confusing cultural mash up of puffy clouds, harps, winged Angel's, Golden sunlight, a giant hand that may or may not belong to a giant man with a flowing white beard named God.

Paul Tremblay